Journal81

Every now and again on this crowded island of ours we stumble across something that feels totally untouched. Just when you thought you knew the place you lived pretty well, walking its paths and beaches more times than you care to remember, something new turns up. It’s under your nose, on your doorstep and still you’d never been there. And neither had anyone else on this particular day. The tide was low enough to allow a scramble across the rocks without getting wet feet. The final access point to the beach was either a steep leap off the rocks or through a crevice. When we arrived, the sand was perfectly smooth & clean, the only foot prints were from birds. The only noise was from the ocean. It felt as though we’d stumbled upon a little bit of paradise and we had it all to ourselves. We enjoyed it so much so we stayed a little longer than we should have, ending up with very soggy feet on the rocky scramble back. But I guess thats the appeal, knowing you can’t stay long before the tide cuts you off, making you soak it in and appreciate it all the more.